Friday, February 06, 2009

Black Blood


Do you think, I like the taste of the wall?

Do you think, I fear every sardonic call?

So you think, I smell and hide a lot…

Do you think, I care for your thought?

The chains are cold, dry and silent

And I know,

They offered you some soothing,

Dream proof treatment

Hey…

I am not sorry to refuse the offer of your shoe

I am not sorry for no time to hear you.

Its not some grass, its not any fatuous ebriety,

I am not sorry to refuse you are pretty

Do you think, in the dessert I will drink the paints?

Do you think I will sell my sin to saints?

So you think I am jumbled in my dots,

Do you think, I care for your thought?

हम चुनेंगे कठिन रस्ते, हम लड़ेंगे

हम चुनेंगे कठिन रस्ते जो भरे हो कंकड़ों और पत्थरों से  चिलचिलाती धूप जिनपर नोचेगी देह को  नींव में जिसके नुकीले काँटे बिछे हो  हम लड़ेंगे युद्...